the zhaf speaks

Tuesday, September 07, 2004:

 pathos

it's the smile isn't it? fleeting flash of pearly whites triggering palpitations of the heartbeat. yes you're pretty and maybe you've a killer figure too. but it was always the smile that closed the deal. whether it was you, or you, or you. amazing just how something as mundane as a smile can ensorcel me and captivate me so.

it's always utterly rewarding recounting old times with old timers like yp and tim, justin too. old friends are the only thing tethering me to a past rich in fond memories, hearty laughter, ephemeral growing pains, starry-eyed innocence, intrepid adventures and comedic tapestries, a past worth recounting and reliving. can't say the same for everyone because we always made sure we didn't do anything that we'd look back and characterise as revolting or nauseatingly regrettable. but don't get me wrong we never lived between the lines.

harold and kumar was simply rip-roaringly hilarious! haven't laughed so hard, or so much in ages. go and watch it balls!! truly a comedic masterpiece. they'd better make a sequel...

to live by worthy values, ideals and beliefs uncompromisingly is what we all better start doing anyway. without those constructs all we are is hedonistically hollow.



-unshackled and unfettered he seeks power sublime- 1:29 pm

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shadow striker perpetually in disguise,


sinister coward don't you realise,


that backstabber, you are nothing,


for i find you so lacking,


pity that's all you'll ever be,


someone who can't face up to me.


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can't touch me, not now, not ever.


don't try stoppin me, it's a futile endeavour.


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Hope is the faint glimmer in the dark, that which illumes the despondent depths of despair.


Hope is the rope that tethers me to the prospect of brighter tomorrows, keeping me from an awry descent into a place where all that is important to me is long gone and irretrievable.


Hope floats, buoyed by the kind words of loved ones, those we used to love, those who stopped loving us, and even those we love without ever realizing it.


Hope is my face turned to the high heavens, arms outstretched, in prayer. It is the leap of faith where I let go. Where I do what I can and must do, and acquiesce, "God, I trust in you. Do what You will with me. I am in Your fold now."


Life at times - Scary, mortifying, terrifying. Something I'm not always prepared for. But I will stand my ground.


For the pain of letting go of my dreams, of wondering "what if?" would be far more excruciating than the long and arduous road that ends in a glorious reality where dreams are manifested through my blood, sweat and toil.


And yes, I do need help. So help me God.


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